Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, like a gold nugget" (what they know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith
"every time I pick up the I drug it (what they know about
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"when I on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while shit
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget your dreams about being fans hugged up
You couldn't be a mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's toys
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you more shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up be tryin to live paid
You get your sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break into your still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for livin nowadays'll get you with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. less you
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us there careers wouldn't long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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